Where shall I start… after almost two years
The only thing I can say is: I was virtually DEAD… or to be more precise I was KILLED
So many of you may wonder what I’m talking about…
Let’s put it in words like this …
I believe that there are three kinds of end to our Virtual Lives:
Attempting Suicide: that’s when you intentionally decide to die; giving end to your life with your own fair hands.
Death: this one is slow; it comes over the years… you live either a happy, productive life or lazy miserable one and sooner or later, life takes you by surprise. That’s when you realizing after a while, there might be more important lives that the one you’re living.
Being Killed: When someone or something takes away your RIGHT to live your life.
Out of the three, being killed is the worst…
WHY? Because you have the will, the enthusiasm, the courage to live your life at its best but that right is being taken from you and there is not much you can do about it. Weird … isn’t it?
In my case, I moved physically to a place where Second Life wasn’t allowed. I used every “ANTI-whatever” you can imagine. I would’ve been happy with even being “Virtually Disabled”. But I had no chance…
The hardest part was to be away from friends; those who I shared my life in and out of the world; those who I nagged to about very little things and those who were standing next to me when I was down.
I managed to search few of them and able to make a contact. I would’ve never imagined that I would NEED to talk to someone who lives on the other side of this physical world.
But now it’s all history…
I still standing … with my friends next to me … and head held high
I’m ALIVE…. More than ever
